Chapter 3
Notes: I have thought quite a bit about Sarah's character and how to not only keep her from being a Mary-Sue but also to incorporate elements of characterization from the movie, which can sometimes be difficult because she's grown. She is by no means a typical teenager, but she has aged and I feel I need to write her accordingly. For those interested, I am actually drawing inspiration from Dawn's character in Buffy the Vampire Slayer who I thought was a bright, funny teen. Anyways, on to the fic…
Sarah's missing memories suddenly crammed back into her skull, and she was shocked at the events that she had blacked out on.
The previous day
"She's afraid, can't you see that? Put your weapons down." The blonde, hot, pointy-eared guy said, after putting down his bow. Sarah liked him already, he had a kind face. She already felt attraction for him swirling in her gut like a living thing.
Elrond nodded, and the rest save the dwarves and Boromir lowered their weapons.
"I sense no evil from this one, power, yes, but no ill intent. Lower your weapons" Gandalf commanded. The group knew disobeying Elrond was folly, but disobeying Mithrandir was just dangerous.
Sarah sensed the old man was not only a respected leader, but also immensely powerful. She was glad he seemed to be on her side and relieved when the rest of the group did as he said, putting down their weapons. Sarah felt she could speak now, and was somewhat confident she would not be fatally wounded when she did so.
"Where am I…and uh" She mumbled, looking down. "Could I get some clothes?"
Of course, every male in the room was now looking at her barely clothed form, but thankfully the kind-faced blonde ended her suffering by taking off his cloak and giving it to her. She smiled, and their fingers briefly touched. Her reaction was immediate. She didn't even notice the note that had appeared suddenly, or how most of the group had moved to read it.
"I am Legolas" the blonde said, lifting his palm and placing it against hers. Shock enveloped her body. The attraction she had briefly felt earlier now came back full force, moving like waves down her body. She noticed him as she hadn't earlier. Near death experiences will do that to you. He had a long, lean, body that she desperately wanted to touch and porcelain skin that seemed to radiate light. His hair was golden and looked soft. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes, because his pupils had dilated. He looked like a predator now, hunting its prey. The prey was her.
His sculpted, masculine face bent inches away from her, his warm breath tickling her ear.
"I want to taste you." He growled, and all the nerves in her body tingled.
'This is so wrong' she thought, but it was, at the same time, so right. A second ago, he had seemed a polite, gentleman, and now he was this wild…creature. The odd change didn't faze her. She felt this prime instinct building inside her, something she had never felt before. It felt almost as if it wanted to spill out of her, like liquid fire. She needed him, now.
Her lips found his, and their hearts beat as one. Every nerve ending burned with need. She pushed him to the ground, as his hands slid up her abdomen. He pulled her mouth down to his again. The power was flashing through them like a living thing.
"Legolas!" Aragorn yelled, trying to get his friend's attention, but to no avail. The couple couldn't focus on the outside world, even if they had wanted to.
It was after Aragorn's surprised yell that the rest of the group took notice of the couple on the ground. Most were in shock. Those that knew Legolas were shocked at the bold coupling because Legolas was not shy, but he was also a private person. This bestial thing was not like him at all. He treated women with respect, and his affairs were always in private. The people that didn't know Legolas were shocked simply at the openness of the display, and the knowledge that most elves were more reserved then this. But, despite all this, they knew it was an effect of the ring. The mysterious note had said so. The attraction was genuine of course, but the coupling was not. Neither of the couple would be so bold under normal circumstances. It was simply not their way. The group knew they needed to break them apart but none knew how to proceed.
Legolas and Sarah took no notice of the gawking, unsure group around them. The lust had overwhelmed their thinking abilities. Sarah moaned as Legolas' mouth found her nipple through the magenta colored fabric. She pulled back, and Legolas let out a low growl. She smiled, and proceeded to rip his shirt off. She needed to feel his skin against hers.
Her breasts rubbed against his smooth muscles, as his hand found the way to the lower region of her body. He brought her to a pleasure she had never known before. Her moans were loud and wanton, but before she could return the favor, they were torn apart.
The two men that pulled Legolas off of her were both mildly flushed but trying desperately to hide it. Sarah finally broke through the lust filled haze as her lover's touch was taken from her. She realized what had happened, and was shocked at her actions. She had been a virgin, in every sense of the word, never experiencing anything remotely sexual other than a few gropes and some kissing that wasn't serious. But this had been…primal. They had been in the throes of lovemaking; one could even say they were…mating. Her eyes looked up, and met cornflower blue. She fainted; not knowing it would be the first of many black outs and odd, embarrassing situations.